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2007-09-14

Something was in the air

Something strange was in the air in Athens this past Tuesday. I try and sit on a bench somewhere on north campus during my lunch break. My office is underground and I reallybenefit from the fresh air. I usually have a few crackers to toss to the squirrels duringthese times. Anyway, on Tuesday I was sitting on a bench in front of Peabody, watching asquirrel eating a cracker I had tossed over near a big oak. I became aware of loud voicesand looked over to where a young couple were arguing. I couldn't make out what they weresaying but it obviously wasn't a very pleasant conversation. This went on for severalminutes then they both stomped off in opposite directions. I didn't think much of that until I was walking back to my office. On the steps of theLibrary I heard a young lady telling a young man in a loud tone of voice "No BRIAN, I haven't been around much. Thats because whenever I am around you BRIAN, I get reallyreally DEPRESSED!!!" Well damn, that was coincidental. So I go on into the lobby of the Library and immediatelyencountered a couple facing one another. She was in a traditional sari, he was dressed ina more western style. They were muttering to one another, he turned and walked away and shelooked after him with a look of complete disgust on her face. Well damn again I thought. Iconsidered calling my wife to make sure we weren't arguing too, but thought better of it. Maybe it was an after effect of Saturday's football game, maybe it was something else, butwhatever it was, it was something for sure. At least the rest of the week seemed a littlemore placid. I didn't hear any more arguments as I sat outside, wondering why in the worldthe University Grounds Department chose a home game week to plant more grass seed on NorthCampus.

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Maybe they anticipate that the tailgaters will trample the seeds into the ground? Every fall is the same, though, wrt keeping the grass just north of the Library alive and not letting that space become dirt. What bothers me is that the cleanup crews that diligently work on Sunday morning understandably cannot get all of those bottlecaps or glass pieces up. The same for the coals and ashes. I do what I can, when I can, but I love my campus and cannot accept that wealth gives people the right to destroy it seven days out of the year, when I look after it the other 358.